Beatahoe - Sandoz Headband lyrics

Another one for the president Supercoven sh**. Beatahoe My ill game known to k** dates Guilt bitter as the broken pills taste Moving Jonah Hill weight Sk** K smoking filled treys, trying to fill veins When I'm on tracks like Band-Aids on dope fiends who build trains In still frame, a honeycomb underground like military drilled case Tabs with delta symbols serve the humans that work in farms Murk the guard, shadow CIA I cut off the working arm On that off the gurney cart, Berkeley charm Look at the birdies, I k** everything, f** mercy bars Branch Davidians at the ranch hugging weapons, their summer wetted Circle fans dust and bud the mess with Like Hunter S. Thompson's drug collection Cut tongue his necklace My venom will stop your heart This sh** is art Exhume cadavers on my bed spreading out parts John Candy on the VCR Broke and snuck into her room in the dark Bashed in her braces til I saw sparks That means love at first site I thought Burying her arms Strang them peaking on gel tabs chards just to watch them depart and see their ghost float from their chest playing the harp You want rhymes I got miles for you I pop violets and blues In the bathroom of a bar doing lines with the booze I want you all to pile in a room single file in twos and set it on fire while I'm inside it with you (This man was extremely important, and that's why you're here because your an a**ociative with the drug culture. He claims that people who manufactured and sold LSD were responsible for her d**h. Do you think that's true? Now did you think that LSD was apart of her d**h, the fact that she committed suicide? "How does anyone know? I would say the chances are 1000 1 no. I think that's ghoulish.") [Timothy Leary being asked if LSD was responsible for the d**h of a girl]